This little girl she said to me
Why do the star's shine bright
Are they there for us to see
When day does turn to night
Then she asked about the sun
Why does it get so hot
Even when its far away
Our skin does burn a lot
But then she asked why do we die
When life can be so great
Who decides how long we live
Or is life a game of fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this one. The imagery is so clear. Thanks for sharing.